"While I was enduring all this, around the fourty-seventh mile I felt like I passed through something. That's what it felt like. Passed through is the only way I can express it. Like my body passed clean through a stone wall. At what point I felt like I'd made it through, I can't recall, but suddenly I noticed I was already on the other side. I was convinced I'made it through. I don't know about the logic or the process of the method involved - I was simply convinced of the reality that I'd passed through". Een typische Murakami paragraaf : de herhalingen, de reflectie over het gebeuren, de machteloosheid van het menselijk begrip erover, de irrationaliteit van het zijn.

Hier is nog zo'n stukje. " ... but these days I feel light as I start off. My legs aren't so tired anymore, and I feel like I want to run even more. Still, I feel a bit uneasy. Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone's asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there's darkness, a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you".

Alle drie zijn ze atheïsten, maar in vergelijking met Amis' tirade tegen Islamisme, en in vergelijking met Barnes' erudiete poging om de dood te omarmen, is er Murakami's a-rationele aanpak : "That's all I can think of. But as I drew near the end of the ultramarathon, I wasn't really thinking about this. The end of the race is just a temporary marker without much significance. It's the same with our lives. Just because there's an end doesn't mean existence has meaning. And end point is simply set up as a temporary marker, or perhaps as an indirect metaphor for the fleeting nature of existence. It's very philosophical - not that at this point I'm thinking how philosophical it is. I just vaguely experience this idea, not with words, but as a physical sensation". (ter vergelijking, Barnes maakt zich kwaad op een "jeugdfout" in één van zijn eerste romans, waarin hij tweemaal het woord "end" gebruikte in dezelfde zin, Murakami maakt er een feest van).